FIRST WORLD DILEM­MAS

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I EN­JOY A WEEK­END BRUNCH WITH FRIENDS, BUT AS SOON AS THE FOOD COMES OUT, SO DO THE PHONES. CAN’T WE JUST EAT WITH­OUT WAIT­ING TO ’GRAM IT?

JASON, VIA EMAIL

Face it, Jason, the world can never have enough photos of eggs on toast. It’s not like it looks ex­actly the same ev­ery time. What’s that, a side of av­o­cado for $6 a pop? How so­phis­ti­cated. Frankly, we don’t get it ei­ther. Un­less, of course, your lo­cal cafe’s in­ter­pre­ta­tion of ‘eggs any which way’ in­volves sim­i­lar treat­ment given to a set of ping-pong balls by a tal­ented Thai lady we once met on a Con­tiki tour, then no one’s go­ing to care. But we di­gress – the point is, if brunch is such a land­mark in their day that it de­serves to be for­ever etched on the walls of the in­ter­net, well, maybe there are bet­ter ways to spend free time. For starters, there’s a Con­tiki tour we can rec­om­mend.